The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

and eight villages would be bestowed with cultivation methods. Once they upgraded

people were selected from each village, there would at least be three thousand cultivators who would ultimately end

than

were to look at the arena from Ascension Peak, one would be awed by the massive size of it. The distance to the massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of miles. In fact, if one were to imagine the arena as a perfect circle, its diameter would

distance seemed terrifying, but there were thousands

of meters away from their original spot. In other words, it was still too crowded for

locations had been

others made an effort to hide themselves, they would still end up engaging in fights against other

and concealing their aura,

battle was inevitable, so Jonathan saw no

trio. If they bumped into other average cultivators, they would be able

Jonathan’s focus was mostly on Merilyn, who

they ran, the more

away from Merilyn because her cultivation level was too low, as far as he could tell from when she tried to assassinate the two. If they were to

coincidence that Merilyn’s unique skills happened to be the perfect counter against

Jonathan realized that he might have

Jonathan first found Stellario on Mount Boisvista, Stellario had been so quick that even

adjusting his pace to match

his life force,

each step he took, his feet’s meridians, flesh, and blood would suffer immense strain. He

remained unfazed. Throughout their entire run, her posture

if Jonathan were to pay attention to her breathing, he would realize that her breathing was not

Jonathan found the corners

accommodating me now. This is

that thought crossed Jonathan’s mind, a golden ripple materialized before him—a clear indication of the bronze handbell fulfilling

“Someone’s attacking us!”